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Master Don Juan
Mia Sara when she did Ferris Bueller's Day Off
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You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
This chick is pretty close. Local news reporter here who's like 23 years old just out of college. She walked into the grocery store I worked in last night to grab some stuff. I'd say at least 9.5 in person. I mean I was in uniform so I didn't try cold approach because I'd look like a dork in work attire. If I wasn't in uniform I'd cold approach even though I'm 15 years older. Although I shouldn't think I'm a dork cause young reporters get paid crap. With my business and the other job I'm making quite a bit more than her anyway.
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Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
So you like women who look 12 years old. Nice.Searching around online. This is pretty close to a 10 imo
Same girl on the right. Definitely not 12. Probably 20-ish. Her sister is hot too.So you like women who look 12 years old. Nice.
My mistake, I though you were talking about my latest post in this thread.So you like women who look 12 years old. Nice.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
lol true.I can't give a girl a 10 anymore. My scale stops at 9.5 because every single one has a .5 deduction from their stupid pie hole they call a mouth that they talk with.
The girl to the right of your girl is hotter to meThe girl in the middle is a smoking hot HB10 imo, (The brunette with the leather boots).
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You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
xDThe girl to the right of your girl is hotter to me
Yeah I like the blondI'm more into brunettes' than blonds..
Maybe it has to do with that there is tonnes of blonde birds here in Scandinavia. But yeah @SargeMaximus the other brunette is sexy too.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.